User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160425060246

With the villagers-turned-freedom militia harried by Captain Jhoza's forces, a line of twenty Wintor soldiers, in full kit, with haversacks strapped to every trooper's back and a spear in every trooper's paw, tramped out the fortress gates, through Wintor village, and out onto the eastern road.

"All set, Cap'n Eminear," said Rancin (I knaow, 'is name wuz Rancid; changin' it t' somethin' a bit less repulsive). "Guess 'tis ye, me an' Thrid fer th' long 'aul, eh?"

And with that, they began the slow march to Rimforst Hold.